"Up here." Cloud's footsteps could be heard through a doorway open to the stairwell, the heavy tread of his boots unmistakable. Although he could move silently when he wanted to, as most of AVALANCHE could, it was helpful in day-to-day life if people could actually hear him coming. That didn't mean he never snuck up on his friends and family, just that he wasn't sneaking up on Tifa today.
He emerged a moment later looking less than soldierly with a mop and broom in one hand, and a bucket full of bottles, sponges, and rags in the other. His mako eyes gleamed as he passed through the faint shadow cast by the doorway. A small smile crept onto his lips, and Cloud didn't think to hold it back. He was always glad to see Tifa. "Thought I'd save us a trip to the supply closet."